A Sky Colored Cock

"wellies" is not used too frequently here. (tho' I certainly know what they are)

"rubbers", of course are "pull-ons" (over shoes) (or roll-ons —over cocks)

If your are expecting that much precipitation to require BOOTS! yikes!
"wellies" is not used too frequently here. (tho' I certainly know what they are)

"rubbers", of course are "pull-ons" (over shoes) (or roll-ons —over cocks)

If your are expecting that much precipitation to require BOOTS! yikes!
A puddle of semen! I’d recognize that precipitation anywhere. It’s raining jizz!
 
She wrapped her legs around him to pull him deeper inside. “You are so hard you’re soooo hard,“ she breathed into his ear knowing her words would bring him right to the edge. “Go, for it, go, for it, jam it now.” And go for it he did…fucking into overdrive and spurting, spurting his jam.IMG_0053.png
 
He thought of the way her hair fell over her shoulders, almost covering her face when she was giving him head. Sometimes a strand of it got caught in her mouth. He could feel its slight interference as she worked her lips and tongue up and down his shaft. But something about the sight of her using one finger to pull it away always got him. He pictured her pulling that strand of hair out from between her lips and his cock as he slid two fingers up and down furiously. IMG_0163.png
 
The moon takes the shape of a woman. She stands there before you glowing. Let her take you to bed. Let her satisfy your desires. As you drift down to sleep, she returns to the sky and
shines, beaming with pleasure.
IMG_0165.jpegsmiling at the gift of your pleasure.
 
Sometimes he told her he wanted to check to see if she was “ripe”. This was a joke between them. Ripe meant she smelled like the woman she was. He recognized her ripe scent and it made him wild for her. If she was ripe enough, one whiff would make him start to thicken. He’d dip his finger in her pink well and then breathe it in. He got even thicker when she asked to smell what he scooped up. He was delirious when she said she was so ripe she was making herself wet!IMG_0057.png
 
She appeared from out of nowhere and sat down in the sand just in front of him. What the…?! She had nothing. No towel, no sun hat, no sunglasses and most importantly, no top! He watched as she sat with one foot lodged in her crotch. Her skimpy bathing suit was nothing more than a thong. It cut up sharply between her cheeks when she lifted her arms to put her hair in a ponytail. With her arms raised he caught a glimpse of one breast, full and hanging free. Ponytail fixed, she stood up and twisted to brush the sand off her generous behind. Was he imagining it or did she give him a half smile and a half-hooded glance as she did this? He wished he had brought more than a paperback to read; he would need a much larger volume to hide his erection by the time she emerged from the ocean. IMG_0215.png
 
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She appeared from out of nowhere and sat down in the sand just in front of him. What the…?! She had nothing. No towel, no sun hat, no sunglasses and most importantly, no top! He watched as she sat with one foot lodged in her crotch. Her skimpy bathing suit was nothing more than a thong. It cut up sharply between her cheeks when she lifted her arms to put her hair in a ponytail. With her arms raised he caught a glimpse of one breast, full and hanging free. Ponytail fixed, she stood up and twisted to brush the sand off her generous behind. Was he imagining it or did she give him a half smile and a half-hooded glance as she did this? He wished he had brought more than a paperback to read; he would need a much larger volume to hide his erection by the time she emerged from the ocean. View attachment 2337206
If Only!!! Sigh . . . but some microkinis hide hardly anything anyway, more seductive than naked some of those, mmmmmmmmm!
 
She appeared from out of nowhere and sat down in the sand just in front of him. What the…?! She had nothing. No towel, no sun hat, no sunglasses and most importantly, no top! He watched as she sat with one foot lodged in her crotch. Her skimpy bathing suit was nothing more than a thong. It cut up sharply between her cheeks when she lifted her arms to put her hair in a ponytail. With her arms raised he caught a glimpse of one breast, full and hanging free. Ponytail fixed, she stood up and twisted to brush the sand off her generous behind. Was he imagining it or did she give him a half smile and a half-hooded glance as she did this? He wished he had brought more than a paperback to read; he would need a much larger volume to hide his erection by the time she emerged from the ocean. View attachment 2337206
Torn tendon: OUCH ! I hope you feel better sooon.
 
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